Damon rolled his eyes. Why did they waste time when they needed to get going. He thought about telling them that he had a little Jaguar cub for dinner last night and needed to get as far away as he could. turning to simba. "You'd get there faster if you only brought the strong and left the weak to their fate." He said to the king. " I was taught that it is survival of the fittest, hunt or be hunted, kill or be killed." He said. "If your daughter and her mate were injured, then they should be left to their fates." He said cold-heartedly. he rose and started walking away. He was going to see if he could score a meal.
A good distance away, he spotted three vultures standing over a fully grown dead lioness. He smiled as he sneaked up from behind. He stayed low to the ground and pounced from behind as he landed on one's back.
"Yo bro's help." He shouted trying to get Damon off. "I ain't no cub's meal." He said as he managed to through Damon off. "Oh yes you are scavengers." He said.
The vultures grouped together.
"Yo, here's the deal, we're the buzzard boyz, and we're on the rap attack, playing it cool with a capital C-O-O-L." They rapped as Damon covered his ears. These birds were terrible singers.
Damon felt the dead lioness under his start to move. He saw what looked like a black furred Lioness cub crawl out from under the lioness. "Who...Who are you? She asked Damon and the Buzzard boyz.